He and I were born at the same time, month, and day almost at the same time. We met when we were six years old. We both went to hell in the Shura Field when we were fifteen. I followed him back to the capital when I was sixteen and pretended to be his apprentice for four years.
He wore a yellow robe, but I left without saying goodbye
I just wanted to be a fool who no longer had to think about or be afraid, but I didn't know that my fate had already been entangled with him.
What's more, he won't let go
He was a ninety-five-year-old man, and I fled in a hurry; he was in terrible danger, but I came back to him
He promised me a lifetime of peace. I originally planned to have fifty years of prosperity and peace, but I blurted out that I only wanted to be with him forever.